Taunting, maddening, provoking, as oxygen is unto confined flame - luring a suffocating fiery mass unto itself, thus were the words of an arrogant young man. His rowdy rant was revealing; never had the father known that one had strayed from his bosom. The arrogant male, naive too, had then fixed his own fate, having brought upon the desecration - the destruction - of his own soul's temple. Round after round of sizzling hot metal pierced his fragile body, powering through flesh and bone, forming apertures through which his spirit slowly escaped, leaving his vessel vacant. His eyes void, his mouth ajar, and his consciousness in oblivion, he lay under the shadow of his killer, the shadow of his love's protector, for solely his countenance.
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